Descriptive Shorts

Short #1

With the cold bitter wind stinging his face, blood oozing from a wide gash right above his left eye, he raises his sword to finish me off. Pined down by his boot on my stomach suppressing my lungs unable to move. "You win," I manage coughing up blood between each word. Savoring my last words, he thrusts his dark steel blade into my my chest where my heart lies.

Slowly he pulls the sword from my limp body and turn away limping from the deadly wounds. Sending a chill down his spine by me starting to laugh, but it wasn't me, but something else. My eyes flashed open with me jumping to my feet. Immediately noticing I'm no longer in controll of my own body I tried to move but couldn't. My foe questioned in a trembling voice, "How the hell are you still alive? What sort of which craft is this?

My possessed body turned to meet him. He gasped as if he's seen a ghost and became deathly pale. "Your worst nightmare." said a voice I couldn't recognize that came from my very mouth. With magnificent speed, unarmed, my body began to charge the enemy. In an arcing motion, my foe swung his sword downward at me. My hands shot out with lightning speed grabbing his blade ripping it from his grasp. Spinning around, the mysterious being inside my body threw his sword into his heart. Walking past him the voice said, "An eye for an eye." Leaving a trail of blood. In a fatal wave of pain, I passed out questioning if I'm dead.